The sky, the sky engulfed whole,

No Man or Woman to console,

Searing Heavens, the lone sentiment,

Stood tall, fearful and pertinent.

The sky, the sky blissfully enraged,

The innocence, the shelter, it fades,

Concealed, intent revealed, never to heal,

This realization, yet known, yet surreal.

The sky, the sky swollen with discontent,

The fools, with veracity and fleeting torment,

Memory flickered, the constraints dissolved,

For no more do they exist, to sudden not involve.

The sky, the sky sullen with ash descent,

The silence, the curiousity on this newborn advent,

To rest, the decrepid garden shall have wept,

For those to premeditate, loathing yet inept.

by J. Griffiths